Wine and Mirror

This was a self summary of myself but it can be taken in as something diffrent to whomever reads it. The title was given to me by a friend because it touched her.

Her confidence got destroyed and her heart broke through. She’s silence with bright eyes, standing with a stone cold face, until, all at once smiling, sun eclipsing over the moon, rare. Her optimism is that winking spark contrasting like a star in her eventide figment. She is an indiffrence as if to be a rainbow rose without a seed that ripened in the previous crepuscule. Something so morrbidly warm about her with a mysterious inner brillance which lingers in habitat her colorful expression. Like a genie in a bottle, is she even human?

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[zappy]

this is really nice a ltitle dark i like it